"A war. Everything was lost. Industry, people. Afterwards, the Council of Survivors decreed that we should start again, from the very beginning. Wooden tools, flint arrowheads, the wheel. Ten thousand years advancement destroyed in a day!"
— Cato, Blake's 7, "Power"
"Anti-robot rioters have sacked a Servus manufactory in Paris inflicting estimated damages of half a million credits. A spokeswoman for the Home Subjugation Front called for housewives to reject the soulless machines of modern consumerism, and return to a Golden Age of exploitation and domestic drudgery."
Jerry Smith: Squeeb, this is not a Tent.
Squeeb: It is a new kind of Tent, with special gutters to funnel the rain, and a door.
Jerry Smith: It's a House, (Proceeds to tear down the House) NO HOUSES! NO DOORS! Once you have Doors, you have "Indoors". And once you have Indoors, than you won't want to Camp anymore.
Squeeb: It is a new kind of Tent, with special gutters to funnel the rain, and a door.
Jerry Smith: It's a House, (Proceeds to tear down the House) NO HOUSES! NO DOORS! Once you have Doors, you have "Indoors". And once you have Indoors, than you won't want to Camp anymore.
"[...]Then, there's the Luddic Path: a sect of fundamentalist space jihadists that believe the answer to man's technological hubris is rampant terrorism. Everyone hates the Luddic Path and the Luddic Path hates everyone."
— Ssethtzeentach on Star Sector's factions
Lisa: Dad, why aren't you looking?
Homer: (chuckles) Why jerk my neck around like a goon when Tyranno-Vision decides what I should look at? (the Tyranno-Vision screen shows Maggie in Marge's lap) Ooh, look, it's Maggie!
Homer: (nervously) Uh... Maggie?
Bart: (gasping) Sideshow Bob!
(everybody gasps)
Sideshow Bob: Hello, Springfield. Sorry to divert your attention from all the big noises and shiny things, but something's been troubling me lately: Television! Wouldn't our lives be so much richer if television were done away with?
Moe: What?!
Dr. Hibbert: Surely he's not talking about VH1?
Bob: Why, we could revive the lost arts of conversation... and scrimshaw. Thus, I submit to you we abolish television... permanently!
Homer: Go back to Massachusetts, pinko!
Bob: Oh, and one more thing... (steps aside and presents an atomic warhead) I've stolen a nuclear weapon. If you do not rid this city of television within two hours, I will detonate it. Farewell.
(the signal stops, and everybody starts screaming, then the signal returns)
(the signal stops once again and everybody panics)
